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nexus_crossings2018-12-31 03:25 pm
blackgoat) wrote in nexus_crossings2018-12-31 03:25 pm
GOATS
"Do you have children?"
The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.
Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.
Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.
"If you do not, do you want them?"
Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.
The voice seemed to come before the lady, as if the question summoned her, rather than was actually spoken.
Small, demure in appearance, lovely in a way that quickly extended itself into the realm of disquieting. She seemed doll like, unliving and not quite made of flesh.
Little hands resting on a heavily pregnant belly, the woman draped in heavy Victorian dresses of stone grays, off whites and dull sky blues, with that porcelain skin and wild snow white hair, she'd almost look like she was trying to blend into the snow.
"If you do not, do you want them?"
Ah, so it was her speaking, the voice soft and sweet, if... off, in an odd way. A tone that crept up the spine and settled into the neck and base of the skull, like cold fingers pressed against the nape.
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But that didn't usually tend to be Hastur's priority anyway. She wasn't surprised to see him, nor his entrance.
"Ithaqua is still so bitter." Which, understandable, honestly. Considering the limitations imposed on him from the Outer Pantheon. She doesn't sound terribly sad about this.
"Did you follow me, beloved?" Or are you looking to make a mess?
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"Ithaqua's always bitter. It's in his nature."
Hastur smiles lazily, reaching out a hand toward her. "I sensed this place and was curious. Your presence is simply an added bonus."
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"It is an odd place. So very, very small." She was surprised it could fit her, honestly. Even as she was now, she could feel the sides of it, so close to her.
"No one here is born of it, I do not believe. All transient, save for those who are dead."
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He sounds like it's a child. Perhaps it is.
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More worshipers, more worlds to find, places that were once out of reach could be wide open now, with how many doors there were here.
The potential was almost endless.
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He brings her hand briefly to his lips in one of his theatrical gestures. "And yes. You know me so well."
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"The shield may prove to be a hinderence." She felt it around them after all, that anti-violence barrier was already becoming a touch imposing.